Mistress's Double Date Wednesday

I think Mistress was a little frustrated by the end of the day yesterday.  She spent time with her first string and relief lovers, but had to rely on her slave for any sexual satisfaction.

First, there was a lunch date with her lover Jay.

Mistress called me on her way to the restaurant where they planned to meet.

"Am I slutty to say I'd rather be having sex with him than lunch, slave?"

"Of course not Mistress....."

Jay's has had some distractions and scheduling issues of late: a special needs kid at home, and a health crisis for a parent. Serious stuff that makes it hard for him to break free for some quality time.

Mistress gave me a report afterwards.

"I told him it's nice to see him over sushi, but it would be better to see him naked...."

"What did he say, Mistress?"

"He said he misses it too, but that he's not had the time he needs to have sex with me.... he does take a long time once we get going......"

This conversation was as Mistress was driving over to a neighborhood watering hole where she was meeting her back up lover K for a drink. 

K is certainly not a particularly reliable back-up. While Mistress finds his looks and "talents" appealing, the major problem is that our daughter is home these days, making it hard to arrange some time together for one of his "house calls".

"We had a nice time, slave.... but no action. Does that disappoint you?"

She shared this when I got home from work. Mistress was already in our bed for a pre-dinner rest, in a cute black nightie.

"No Mistress. I'm not disappointed at all.  But maybe I can offer some consolation?"

At least she had her slave and his devoted tongue and lips to provide some much needed relief after two unfullfiling encounters with her side dishes.

The Ultimate Pegging

Slave was sexually out of commission from Monday afternoon through Tuesday because I finally succumbed to the nagging of my MD and got that dreaded colonoscopy he'd said was my due ever since I hit 50.

As someone who has bent over and taken Mistress's strap-on  over the years, I suppose it should not have been something I shunned for so long. Mistress has had hers over the years.  Maybe it was watching her do the dreaded prep -- 36 hours of fasting and drinking a foul beverage to facilitate the total evacuation of the area to be plumbed.

Rest assured that while I was going through my little ordeal I tried my best to keep up with my slave duties: Mistress got some worship Monday evening and yesterday morning before she accompanied me to the MD's office.  Although, sadly,  she was denied the services of her work-a-day cock while my "prep" was underway.

Mistress accompanied me to my appointment, which was at a "surgery center" in a sleazy strip mall in a declining part of town.  Not real confidence building.

I had been told to bring a photo ID along with my insurance card.  Which brought one thought to mind: Do people send "ringers' to take their colonoscopies for them?  Like a student who gets some braniac to take the SAT for him?  And Why hadn't I thought of that.

As it turns out, the prep was much worse than the procedure. The last thing I remember was the nurse anesthesiologist chatting me up by testing me  with clever Latin phrases he learned at a Jesuit High School in Philadelphia. I never did see the actual device that found it's way up my back channel:

Then I woke up - I guess 30 minutes later - with the pleasant nurse offering me a coke, and, for some unknown reason, "I Left my Heart in San Francisco" running through my head.

If the Doctor asked himself that dreaded question _ "Hmmmm..... has something else been up here lately?", he didn't mention it to me.

Mistress was waiting for me in the reception area, told me I had "passed" the test, according to the MD, and drove me home.

So for all of you putting this off as I did, my advice after this experience: man up. It's not so bad.

Now, back to our regular programming.

BTW, Mistress has a meet up with her back-up lover K for a drink this evening.

"If you ride your bike to work slave, and it rains, you'll have to find your own way home."

Understood, Mistress.

Time for a "Cuckold Pride" Movement?

Mistress and slave have had a relatively low key weekend, though the nest has been a little too crowded.

How crowded you ask?

The recent grad’s boyfriend has been hanging around. Actually, I’m not sure he’s ever left.  They’ve been squirreled away in her room. I’m not sure I wanted to know the answer to the “briefs or boxers” question about him, which I learned yesterday morning as I was drinking my coffee and he cut through our living room on the way to the bathroom. 

Having all this company in the house is definitely cramping Mistress’s style:

“I don’t like having to worry about whether I’m properly dressed just to go down to check the laundry, slave.”

I don’t like Mistress having to be properly dressed either. I like her improperly or not dressed at all. But then some of you are already asking yourselves “Why would a Mistress be doing the laundry…. isn’t that the slave’s job?”

But today’s blog is really about a recent slur that is giving us “loud and proud” cuckolds a bad name. The New York Times last week reported a new slam that Rush Limbaugh and other Tea Party types  are using to label politicians they don’t consider sufficiently conservative:

“Cuckservative”. 

Here is a brief description from Salon:

 “Cuckservative,” you see, is short for a cuckolded conservative. It’s not about a Republican whose wife is cheating on him, but one whose country is being taken away from him, and who’s too cowardly to do anything about it.

OK, that’s gross and sexist enough already, but there’s more. It apparently comes from a kind of pornography known as “cuck,” in which a white husband, either in shame or lust, watches his wife be taken by a black man. Lewis explains it this way: “A cuckservative is, therefore, a race traitor.”

White supremacists have reinforced the racial intent of the “cuckservative” narrative. To that end, Walsh quotes one of their more prominent voices, Richard Spencer:

“The #cuckservative meme doesn’t make any sense without race. It’s all about race…What’s powerful about #cuckservative is that it is call for a racially conscious politics—and not the kind of shot-gun spray muckraking that Johnson specializes in.”

Hmmm….. so a “#cuckservative” is the sort of politician who doesn't have the "courage" stand up for the right of South Carolina to fly the Confederate Flag, or a white cop to put a bullet in the head of guy who had no front license plate?  And if you expanded Medicaid in your state, or aren’t trying hard enough to bust labor unions, well I guess that makes you a #cuckservative too.No doubt re-invading Iraq, and bombing Tehran is on the "to do" list of those using the #cuckservative hashtag. And you must be a #cuckservative if you married a Latina, or don't support rounding up and deporting 11 million illegal immigrants.

Of course, they have the kink that they are converting for their political ends a little off: you can be a cuckold if your wife is having sex with a white guy too, can’t you? If not, then I guess I’m not a real cuckold, and shouldn’t be offended by this latest Limbaughism.  But then maybe they’ve inserted the “white woman / black cuckolder” requirement to avoid adding conservative God Ronald Reagan to the #cuckservative smear. Wasn’t Nancy doing it with Frank Sinatra?

Before these racist “wacko birds” (as John McCain would call them) completely misappropriates the “cuckold” label as a political perjorative, we need a “cuckold pride” movement to reclaim the suddenly tarnished label and honor it for the kinky,  sexy, Mistress enobling state of marital bliss that it can be! 

Does someone want to design the bumper sticker!

Slave Exceeds Expectations.

Here at the UCTMW World HQ it was an unusually active Thursday on the sex front.

Of course, there was the traditional wake-up sex rituals in the UCTMW Executive Suite before Slave headed off to work. Worship first as Mistress read the blog, then she indulged me as we tried to suppress our vocalization in order not to disturb our daughter sleeping acriss the haul.

Then there was Mistress's post-lunch dessert at my office. She stopped by after a lunch meeting for some worship.

"I don't have much time, slave.... so be quick about it....."

I happily complied, sliding her "throne" against my door. Laying down an absorbent towel to protect the upholstery from her abundant juices, then applied my tongue to the task at hand.  She seemed content with the outcome.

Don't you like those yellow toes?

Then, at the end of the day, after I rode my bike home, I surprised Mistress with a request that she consider allowing me to fuck her yet again, after emerging from the shower. 

"Really, slave?"

"I''m all fresh and clean, Mistress."

I know a lot of my cuckold-pals on the blog-o-sphere would be shocked at the temerity of an uppity slave who asks his Mistress for sex twice in one day.

But I've learned 0ver the years that if you don't ask, you're unlikely to get!

In this case, Mistress was very indulgent, if a little surprised that her slave had the energy to do it again after a busy work day.

It's nice that after all these years I can still surprise!